Nateive Son Apr 14

Is it any wonder,
That women have two sets of lips to kiss,
The better to exude that calming energy,
Counterbalance to male?

Nay.

And in the sun,
When I hold you and your head,
Rests against my shoulder,
Our hearts beat as one and breaths,
Become the same?

Nay.

As the grass springs up to reach toward nirvana,
And I look up from your legs into your eyes,
Do I miss that heavenly connection of,
Everything,
Nothing,
The now?

Nay.

We are cycling around each other,
You and I,
With the mystique of being here,
Being weird,
Out everywhere.

You're a tiger: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nb3-QPqOxjU

As Vladimir
let hit
squad subsist
with revenue
while bitter
throw laundry
ready torn
in tatters
then mother's
milk only
arrest mercurial
unrest that
counter intelligence
with co-opt
here in
cyberspace with
law.  Alas

The Trumpoet Mar 11

Obama was the nicest guy - Intelligent and cool.
Comparatively speaking, his successor plays the fool.
Ridiculous and baseless tweets, The Donald can't avoid.
His recent missives indicate he's turning paranoid.

Barack Obama seems to be Trump's ongoing obsession.
Obama saved the U.S.A. from Bush-induced recession.
The Donald hates Barack's success and can't leave it alone,
and Trump, now "off the rails", claims Obama bugged his phone!

Trump's offered no supporting facts for his emphatic claim.
No warrants from the F.B.I. or C.I.A. to blame.
Perhaps he thinks Barack Obama has a super-power
that lets him fly high in the sky to break into Trump Tower.

So, do you wonder, Donald Trump, just where Barack is now?
Is he there behind the curtains? Is he in the walls somehow?
Is he watching from the ceiling? Is he in the chandelier?
Is he in your 15th closet? Do these thoughts fill you with fear?

Is he down at Mar-a-Lago, in the old groundskeeper's shed?
Is he disguised just like Melania, right there in your bed?
The truth may be much worse than that! Does it fill you with dread,
to realize Barack is living... deep inside your head?

You can also see this and my other Trump poems at: www.trumpoet.com
Link to video of this poem: https://youtu.be/lYz2aE59x1E
Written March 11, 2017
Tom Mach Mar 4

Obama set the country on fire
and fiddled while it burned
But along came a dream builder
with extinguisher in hand
Trump was his name
and he sought no fame
but put out the flame
to make America great again.

Tom Mach
Martin Bailes Feb 28

Mr Douglass is doing well
doing big things
in America today,
big things,
being noticed,
yes he is.

Ben took me with him
& I met some too,
Black folks
that is,
great people,
great people,
and Omarosa
and Paul
lovely folks,
lovely,
but the Press
is unfair,
unfair.

and African-Americans
love this country
and did big things,
& I like them,
I really do.

All this shallow
near incoherent
rambling
from a man
who questioned
the very legitimacy
of America's first
African-American
President,

questioned it day
after day

for two
toxic
& racist
& vicious
years.

Martin Bailes Feb 28

Birtherism is not too subtle really,
you have a black man
with a foreign
sounding name
who’s President,
you keep on
& on
about it,

questioning his birth place,
his college records,
his allegiances,
his very right
to be where
he is.

It’s a deliberate thing,
its not hidden
at all
really,
& at its core,
its pure
& utter
racism.

Its questioning a
black mans place,
a black mans rights,
a black mans worth,

it was not subtle,
what Trump
did here
in this land,
when the first
African-American President,
so proudly
took his place.

The questioning
of a black man’s
place
is an evil,
and this!
this!

this is how
Donald J. Trump
first
made his name
in politics.

unaffected elegance
genuine kindness
warmhearted affection
infectious optimism
female role model
working for a better future
wisely responsible
naturally humorous

simply lovable

Inspired by Michelle Obama’s performance at the Tonight Show with Jimmy Fallon on CNBC Feb. 26, 2017.
Marta C Weeks Feb 15

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Even ghosts
Once slaves
Rise
From graves
Of oppression
To see Barack

His eyes
Luminous
With humility
Head high
Steady voice

All witness
His assent
Over mountains
Of Whites, Blacks
Browns and Yellow
Multiplicity of life

In triumph
Barack takes
Bigotry's flames
To dreams that lift
Humanity
Into stars, of equality

And God of all
Rejoices
A son has risen

by
Marta C. Weeks
January 20, 2009
martacweeks.com

I wrote the original poem while watching President Barack Obamas first inauguration.

Deathreat Men: send them to Wormwoodscrubs
before they send us to Heaven, that hirise open prison
Theserpent on community service scrubs,
coiled round God's telescopic mop of seven drawtubes,
whilst those who never did no wrong perdure
thru harpyclappy purgatory of praise 'n' orison,
where yawn even those saints whose patience
commands hagiolatry amongst the other saints.
Another round of kumbayah on goddy guitar
even has the canonised crowd covet deaf frets
or tempted to trespass into the path of a passing
kumbyavester
as it reaps, threshes and winnows the sheep from the goats.
Heaven makes Bawburgh look a partytown,
reciting the Lor'prurgh means thine is the humdrum, the snorer
and the boring forever and ever, oh man...It's only Heaven
coz there Azrael is a dodo; there's no
repomonstrous, osseous, controversial figure
in a cowl by the name of  SkullymcSkullface
in Heaven's Who's Who.  There, there's no
mortality to terminologically
qualify that ultimatum which is the M.O.
of the Deathreat Men:
no death to define what is weapon.
But there isn't really any God to own a drone called Azrael,
so how can Obama's drones be Raguels?
Therefore there is no Heaven
other than the Earthly Death Of All Deathreat Men,
other than an ironic forest of scaffolds
it's only human not to build in a day.
Any more to it than that and we're on
a superstitious hiding to nothing,
and may as well redeem Deathreat Men by reclassifying them
Chaoschristians, who by lucky fatal accident
bring forward our freedom from their sins
when they do us in.

Bawburgh = diminutive village outside Norwich

king has trophy wife
shows off her beauty to friends
old king had smart wife
women don't like change in roles
protesting being second class

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